Diary of a Bad Boy(42)

“Might as well live life now then,” I counter. “Send me a picture of your tits, so I can start living life right now.”

“You’re relentless. Not that I don’t trust you, but I would never send a picture of my bare breasts to anyone especially since I’m Foster Green’s daughter. If that ends up in the wrong hands I could ruin everything my dad built.”

“I’ll be very careful with it.”

“No. Never going to happen, but if you want to see them in real life, I can make that happen.”

“No.” I copy her answer, even though my cock is hardening from the thought.

“Your loss. Anyway, back to Texas.”

Dick hard, I hold back the irritated groan bubbling up in my throat. “Two weeks in Texas is not going to happen.”

“It is. Sorry, but we need you for two weeks, plus my dad is going to want to give you the full ranch experience.”

Twisting my lips to the side, trying to envision myself in a country atmosphere, I ask, “What exactly is the full ranch experience?”

“You know . . .” She mutters something I can’t quite understand.

“Can you repeat that?”

She mutters again and all I can make out is horse.

“Uh, what about a horse?”

She yawns loudly. “I’m tired. I really should get to bed. Unless there’s anything else you need. I’m going to get going.”

“Yeah, I want to know about this horse,” I press, wild thoughts forming in my head.

“So, nothing else? Okay. Well, thanks for emailing the guys. Let me know what they say when you find out. Night, Roark.”

“Wait—” But she hangs up before I can get another word in. Vixen.

Damn it. Her avoidance makes me nervous. I’m not much of a horse man. I’ve never ridden one, and I don’t plan on straddling the back of one at any point in time.

Not even to see a great pair of tits.





“What about this one? How do my eyes look while holding it near my face?”

“What do your eyes have to do with a diamond?” I ask Bram, who dragged me along for ring shopping. “Your eyes are going to be bloodshot from crying anyway.”

“I’m not going to cry.” Before I can counter his statement, he laughs and shakes his head. “Who am I kidding? I’m going to be a bawling mess. Do you think she’s going to say yes?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.” I pick up a ruby ring and hold it out to him. “If you’re looking for something to match your eyes on that day, this one will be perfect.”

Bram eyes the ring and then glances at me. “This is an important day for me. Can you not be a sarcastic asshole for a second?”

I set the ring down. “If you wanted someone to help, you should have asked Rath. He is Julia’s brother, after all.”

“And that’s why I couldn’t ask him. I wanted to be able to find this on my own.”

“Then why the fuck are you asking for my opinion if you want to do this on your own?”

“For confirmation,” he answers, holding up a ring to the light.

“Still not doing it on your own.”

Frustrated, he lowers the ring and gives me a once-over. “Why are you being a bastard right now? Have you not gotten any ass lately? Whenever you get like this, impossible to be around, it’s because you’re hard up. Is that the problem?”

God, yes.

“No.”

“Is it?” And then he pauses, a slow grin playing at his lips. “Oh hell, is it that girl?”

I push off the glass counter and start walking toward the door. I’m not getting into this with Bram because he’s going to make it a huge deal when it’s not, and I don’t feel like standing around while his happy heart lights up with excitement.

“Send me a pic when you find the ring.”

“Hold up.” Bram quickly stands and gets in front of me, hand to chest. “You’re not leaving. You can’t leave. I need help.”

“You don’t need help. You know Julia better than anyone. You’re the only one who could pick out the perfect ring.”

“I know, but now I want to hear about your girl problems.”

“I don’t have girl problems. You’re about to have girl problems if you don’t move the fuck out of my way.”

Not even the slightest bit scared, Bram says, “What’s her name again? Sally?”

“Move.”

“Wait, no, it isn’t Sally. It’s Sara, right?”

“Bram . . .”

Snapping his fingers, he says, “No, it’s Sassafras. That’s right.”

“Sutton, you fucking moron.”

And I know it was exactly what he was looking for, but Christ, I didn’t want him thinking her name was Sassafras.

“Ah, yes, good old Sutton. How is she?”

“She’s a lot better than how you’re about to be.”

Out of the blue, Bram taps my cheek and then the other, but a little harder. I move away just as he gets in one more swat.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Waking you up to your feelings. Is that black soul coming alive?” He reaches for me again but I shove his hand away.